They Got Me. The Little Jerks Got Me.

My husband and I have iPhones and my kids have iPad minis. This means we have a lot of devices on one Apple ID (so we can share apps and all that). My children also happen to be fairly technologically savvy (like most kids their ages, I'm sure). This means that they're very adept at screwing with each others' settings using their own devices.

The other day, I was looking through my text messages. I was scrolling by different names of people I've texted when I stopped and started laughing (out loud). This is what I saw:

Apparently, Patrick had decided to change Lucy's name to "I Like Big Butts." I called her into my room to show her and she was not the least bit amused. She had no idea how long she'd been texting her friends from an account named "I Like Big Butts." She quickly changed her name back and then logged into Patrick's settings to change his name to Butthead. What a lovely bunch. Somehow, I ended up getting involved in this nonsense. Patrick must've figured that I helped Lucy out, and decided to exact his revenge on me. 

I texted hubs this morning and he sent me a screenshot of how my messages were appearing on his phone:

So I asked, "Siri, what's my name?" This is the answer she gave me:

I'm not sure when the change was made. But, I had been texting a mom from Sean's class about a playdate yesterday and - since I barely know her - I'm seriously hoping she doesn't think I'm completely insane for calling myself Butt in our texts. I'd probably be slightly concerned if my 5 year old were playing at a house where the mom goes by Butt. 

As someone on Instagram put it, "Let the games begin." And, since we're friends, feel free to call me Butt.

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Siri, WTF?

Siri and I had a little fight last week. Apparently, she just doesn't get me. 

I started the morning at Starbucks. I decided to get one of their new ham & cheese croissant squares for breakfast with my coffee. While I was driving to work, I ate some of the croissant. It was the most delicious thing I've ever had for breakfast. That's when it occurred to me that it must be disgustingly bad for me. How else could it taste so good? Naturally, I needed to know the calorie count on that hammy, cheesy deliciousness right away. The only problem was that I was driving when this thought occurred to me. So, I turned to my girl, Siri. 

"Siri, how many calories in a Starbucks ham & cheese square?"

"No, Siri, ham and cheese square."

"Siri, ham!"

(So, now I'm fighting with my mother.)

"Siri, ham!"

At this point, I was laughing hysterically. I was sitting at a red light, arguing with Siri, and crying from laughing so hard at info on Pam Grier and someplace named HAM that's 3,621 miles away from me. The guy next to me may or may not have been questioning my sanity based on how he was staring from his car. 

Siri and I are still working out our differences. She has learned to understand when I say ham and no longer tells me about Pam. She can always be relied on to read me my texts and usually understands what I say. And, true to her word, she is trying harder:

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